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Baby outgrew her shoes for the second time since being with us, so I bought her a few new ones on Sunday. I brought them home and put them in a pile while I unpacked the rest of the bags. She immediately went for them and proudly showed them to PJ. When I sat her on a stool to put them on, she started grinning, hyperventilating, and kicking her legs around. She hopped off the stool and pranced around the house, high-stepping to get a better view. She’s done this every time I’ve put the pink pair on, and I’m guessing it will continue with the sparkly pair. Isn’t one too young to be obsessed with shoes?!?

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Our kids have, shall we say, boundary issues with strangers and lots of social skill challenges. This leads to a lot of odd situations when out in public and lots of “teachable moments.” Last night, we somehow got on the topic of a behavior that is essentially racism, although I’m sure that’s not how the kids meant it. Every time we see someone who looks remotely Hispanic, the kids shout at the person something that sounds like “UNOS DE JUEVES!” Ones of Thursday? Thank you, Dora and Diego. The kids stare at their victim, expectantly waiting for a response in Spanish. The victim stares from the kids to me and back again. Our kids particularly like to do this during loooong elevator rides.

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PJ knew that I have a hard time with the kids in public, but I guess he wasn’t aware of just how interesting our outings get until last night. We were discussing the day, particularly how the kids had done at a doctor’s office where they typically go crazy.

“Well, the trip was much better overall, which is great! We still need to keep working on how we behave around strangers. Like not getting behind their desks.”

“YOU GOT BEHIND SOMEONE’S DESK?!?” PJ asked Boy.

“And we should not take things off their desks.”

“YOU TOOK SOMEONE’S THINGS?!?”

“And we should not sing loudly to them while Mommy is talking.”

“YOU SANG TO THEM?!?”

PJ looked at me, mouth agape. “Wow.”

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Yes, those are our kids who bust through “employees only” gates, jump on toddlers at the zoo, dart into traffic, knock kids flat over on the playground without a second glance, and generally wreak havoc everywhere we go. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “wow…they sure are…active?” I need a leash or two. Ahh, the joys of parenting. We love them anyway :-) God sure is using them to teach me humility.

I should probably go try to free Girl from time-out a third time, as she has laughed in my face every time I’ve gone to her and tried to discuss why she is there. Which is for being disrespectful to Boy and me. Go figure.